"The Bestial Ball"

(written by Breath <breath2@hotmail.com>)

Sitting alone with some time on my hands
and, come to think of it, time on my glands.
Just then the phone rings and I get the call -
"Join us," they say, "at the Bestial Ball!"

These are the few who would dare fly with eagles
flirt with flamingoes, or bugger the beagles;
no snorting beast raises fear in their belly,
they just flip buckets and reach for the jelly.

Is this the right place? (Didn't have to think hard -
donkeys were bonking out front in the yard.)
Then who should answer my knock on the door
but a Great Dane with two feet on the floor.

I didn't know that a rat could give head;
that several zebras would fit in a bed;
I learned to bound with a springbok I found,
then clowned around on the ground with a hound.

"Rhino's a dyno" (or so said the mynahs)
but my eye espied the fine pride of the lioness.
Sixty-nine with a cool carp if you wanna,
nobody's trusting the lonely piranha.

Slipped to the bathroom to take a quick break;
heard a loud splash, did a big double-take -
back in the bathtub, what IS that I see?
A pink porpoise poised, penis pointed at me!

I'm not the one to clean all these pajamas,
take the damn French-maid caps off all the llamas.
Somebody will have a hell of a chore
cleaning this elephant cum off the floor.

Well as they say, all things come to an end
(and well they did so, again and again)
Saddened to see the clock's plodding advance,
I started looking around for my pants.

Rubbed my red eyes and dusted my thighs,
waved to the guys and said my goodbyes.
I'll repeat it all, if I have to crawl,
when I get the call to the bestial ball!